A/N: Okay everyone personally this chapter is my favorite...so, like it or I'll play the Poof Game which, will be very painful, and not a fun thing
Chapter 7
Rules and Hungry Pants
Poof
Vash: Clean!
All: Yay!
Wolfwood: That' one person I'm glad to see explode.
Writer: We need to set up a few rules around here.
All except Writer: O.o
Writer: (nod, nod) Oookay! Rule number one.
All: …
Writer: Never trust a guy with a furry hat.
All except Writer: O.o
Knives: What does that have anything to do with this.
Writer: …?
Midvalley: Number two?
Writer: Um…hm…well
All except Writer: (waiting expectantly)
Writer: Uh…(getting nervous)…um…
Poof
Midvalley: She never told us rule number two.
Vash: …oh well! Let's have a drinking contest!
Meryl: (Still insane, makes a sharp turn left)
All: (slammed into the right of the car) Ow!
Poof
All: (Look at the tons of gallons of booze)
Vash: -
All except Vash: O.O Oh no…
Vash: (Begins to drink)
Midvalley: I…don't…think…this is such a good…idea.
Vash: (Feeling not so good) Urp…you guys, I don't…feel so good.
All except Vash: (scoot far away) Stay away!
Vash: (Throws up) Blech! Blee! Blech! Why does Vash throw up in both my stories?
All except Vash: Ew! Run away!
Szzzt
All except Vash: We can't poof out!
Vash: (…still throwing up…)
Meryl: (Makes another sharp turn)
All: (Slam into Vash, get covered with his…stomach contents)
Meryl: Mwahahaha!
Knives: This is…
Legato: ,
Midvalley: My saxophone! No!
Vash: I'm really sorry!
Wolfwood: That was the WORST idea ever Vash!
Millie: Pudding! -
Midvalley: I feel so dirty.
Poof
All: Hey! We're clean!
Poof
All: No! Not you!
Writer: What?
Wolfwood: You make things crazy!
Writer: (Gets sad look on face) I don't mean to. It's just me…
Wolfwood: I mean…Yay! Look who's here!
Writer: - (Looks at the booze bottles on the floor) Let's get rid of those.
Poof
Writer: I don't think anybody's died lately (Takes out Big Gun III) Who should we kill?
All except Writer: O.O
Writer: (Closes eyes and shoots) Who did I hit?
Midvalley: Vash.
Vash: X.X
Poof
Writer: Yay! Potatoes! Fun!
All except Writer: o.O
Voice In Vash's Head: What's with the potatoes?
Vash: I dunno…
Writer: (Hugging the potatoes) Who wants to pat the potatoes?
All except Writer: o.O
Knives: Oh my God! What's going on?!
All: (Look at Knives)
Knives: (Appears to be getting shorter) You guys…I…I think my pants are eating me!
A/N: o
All except Knives: O.o
Knives: Someone! Someone help me!
All: (Watch Knives being eaten)
Knives: (Screaming) Help me! Please!
:Only a pair of pants are left where Legato once sat. All stare in awe at the strange thing that just happened. Some are frightened by this as well.:
Writer: Well…that was…odd?
All: Yeah, yeah odd…
Writer: Well, now that he's gone, what should we do?
A/N: Hey everyone. Sorry about Knives, I didn't really mean that to happen, but it had to happen to someone, because I just had the idea, and I thought it would be funny to happen to him. I may bring him back who knows. Oh, and sorry if Knives is OC. Like in my other story, I said that I don't know him well.